Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 78

Zhuo Zhiwei sat on her bed; her face darkened slightly. She didn’t know how much effort it took her to restrain the urge to kick this person away.

But she had just forgiven that person, and when she made the first move to kiss, she couldn’t swallow her pride. Besides, it felt like she was the one being too eager.

Zhuo Zhiwei pouted slightly, feeling a bit annoyed.

At least this person’s service was considerate.

He Qingqi knelt behind her; the hair drying was already done. She held the hairdryer, her fingers gently threading through Zhuo Zhiwei’s hair.

Her eyes were soft, like a clear mountain spring.

Before long, Zhuo Zhiwei’s hair was dry. He Qingqi unplugged the hairdryer, picked up a comb, and carefully brushed her hair, strand by strand.

The purple-red hair, still warm from the hairdryer, coiled around her fingers, slightly hot.

He Qingqi’s heart felt warm too. She smiled subtly, taking a deep breath, savoring the familiar scent.

They sat in silence, simply enjoying the peaceful night, a quiet warmth spreading between them.

“Weiwei…”

Suddenly, He Qingqi hugged Zhuo Zhiwei from behind, resting her forehead on her shoulder. She closed her eyes and gently rubbed against her, her affection almost overflowing.

Zhuo Zhiwei tensed up a bit, her breath slowing down, each suppressed breath bringing forth the sound of a strong heartbeat.

Weiwei lowered her head slightly, biting her lip. The cool moonlight wrapped around her figure, accentuating her already serene expression with a touch of ethereal grace.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

He Qingqi didn’t answer; she just held her. Zhuo Zhiwei had always indulged her. A fleeting smile appeared on her face, and she maintained this position until her back ached, yet she didn’t change.

No one knew how long it had been when He Qingqi suddenly sighed, saying, “I really, really like you.”

Her tone was light at first, but the next sentence was fierce: “How can you be so good?”

He Qingqi lifted her head, spread her legs, and moved on the bed to find the right angle, hooking her legs tightly around Zhuo Zhiwei’s waist like a large dog clinging to her.

They were pressed tightly together. He Qingqi wrapped her arms around her shoulders, whispering in her ear with a slightly dazed tone, “Your waist is so slender.”

Her breath brushed against her ear, making Zhuo Zhiwei’s heart skip a beat like a startled deer.

Her fingers tightened suddenly, her eyes darting around until they landed on the long, slender legs wrapped around her waist. The legs were beautifully shaped, the toes rounded, exuding a sense of youthful innocence.

Zhuo Zhiwei blinked a couple of times, her throat tightening and her heart pounding like thunder.

The person continued to speak, “So thin, but so soft to hold.”

Her heartbeat grew increasingly erratic. Zhuo Zhiwei’s ears turned red, and her body went weak.

Afraid that the other person would notice her reaction, she lowered her head and whispered, “Let go of me.”

Her voice was soft, almost obedient, and she struggled a bit.

“It’s so hot.”

He Qingqi was utterly charmed, her eyes twinkling with affection. She gave her a playful kiss on the ear, exclaiming, “Weiwei, you’re just so cute!”

The sudden sound startled Zhuo Zhiwei. She shivered, her eyes wide, covering her ears, suddenly realizing she had been kissed—and called cute.

She pursed her lips in shy embarrassment, a rush of joy flooding her heart, yet her struggle intensified.

He Qingqi, having gotten her way, let her go and licked her lips contentedly.

Even her ears tasted sweet, she thought, blinking twice.

Zhuo Zhiwei pouted, glanced back at her with a slight glare, and snuggled into her blanket, turning away in silence.

He Qingqi, undeterred by the lack of space, shamelessly joined her under the blanket after turning off the light, hugging her from behind.

Zhuo Zhiwei smiled faintly, holding onto the hand resting on her waist as she closed her eyes gently.

The quiet night seemed perfectly suited for confessing one’s feelings.

He Qingqi called out to her again, “Weiwei.”

“You don’t blame me anymore, right?”

Though it seemed redundant to ask now, she still wanted to clear the air. Problems shouldn’t be brushed aside; she wanted to know what Zhuo Zhiwei truly thought.

She felt Zhuo Zhiwei tremble slightly but got no answer for a long time, and a sense of unease crept in.

In the darkness, Zhuo Zhiwei opened her eyes, her vision having adapted to the darkness, allowing her to see her surroundings clearly.

Her gaze landed on the water dispenser where she and He Qingqi had kissed a few days ago. She had said she was thirsty and lured He Qingqi over there, hoping to surprise her with another confession, just like before.

There was also a watch on the pillow beside her—a symbol of youthful feelings.

Had this watch been on Fang Xuanyao’s wrist in a past life? Had all the warmth He Qingqi gave her once been Fang Xuanyao’s?

And how many times had she said, “I like you,” to Fang Xuanyao?

Memories flashed like carousel. What used to make her feel sweet now stung with bitterness.

She was consumed with jealousy.

Even though this person now belonged to her.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s gaze was cool as she reached out from under the blanket, lightly touching the watchface.

She smiled self-mockingly. She hadn’t intended to say anything, planning to let it go, pretending she didn’t know, pretending she never heard those absurd stories, pretending she was still the nineteen-year-old girl she loved.

But He Qingqi’s question made her jealousy grow, like vines wrapping around her heart. She couldn’t hold back:

“So what if I blame you?”

“Would blaming you make you just nineteen… no, twenty again?”

“Would blaming you make you forget everything with Fang Xuanyao and only love me?”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s voice was calm, as if stating a simple fact.

But He Qingqi heard the bitterness and jealousy in her tone.

Zhuo Zhiwei sighed softly, her eyes fixed on the watch.

A hint of confusion flickered in her eyes, her voice ethereal: “I know I’m wrong. After all… after all, I was late. You were a victim too, deceived by the one you loved for so long. It hurts me deeply, but I still can’t help blaming you.”

Zhuo Zhiwei turned over to face He Qingqi. They were close, but there was no ambiguity in the air.

She frowned slightly, tears glistening in her eyes. “Do you understand? It’s an unreasonable feeling, but it still hurts so much.”

Zhuo Zhiwei raised her hand to touch her heart.

“I’ve always been decisive. I think I should break up with you.”

“But…” She suddenly laughed softly. “Just thinking about that possibility makes my tears feel like they no longer belong to me.”

He Qingqi’s eyes flickered with a mixture of sadness and sympathy.

She closed her eyes, nodded, and said softly, “I understand.”

“You have every right to be angry. If it were me, I’d be furious too. I love you, Weiwei. From now on, I’ll only love you.”

Zhuo Zhiwei pressed her lips together, her restrained expression filled with self-control.

He Qingqi’s breath caught, and she suddenly remembered that girl from her past life, always restrained, standing in the distance with empty eyes, evoking a sense of ethereal detachment.

Her eyelashes fluttered in panic, her breathing quickening as if she were in pain.

She caressed Zhuo Zhiwei’s face, leaning in to kiss the corner of her eye, soothing the ache inside her.

She whispered, “Weiwei, you don’t have to restrain yourself with me.”

“I belong to you. I’m yours alone. You can punish me however you like. You can ignore me, hit me, scold me, even break up with me!” He Qingqi panted heavily.

“I’ll still stay by your side, love you, please you, and pursue you all over again.”

“Be a little selfish with me. Don’t make things hard for yourself, okay?”

Hearing this, Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes wavered, and she stared at her, her throat tightening.

No one had ever told her that.

Her mother always said, “Weiwei, just bear with it.”

Bear it alone, whether at home or in tutoring classes.

Bear with it; Nan Jue is still young. Don’t hold it against her.

Bear with it; Mom’s pregnant…

She was used to enduring, used to bearing the burden, even now. She cared so much but chose to ignore it. Seeing He Qingqi in pain, she would rather suffer herself.

Her only act of defiance had been those hurtful words that night.

But even that had been shut down.

And now, this person told her, You can be selfish…

Unable to resist, Zhuo Zhiwei reached out to touch He Qingqi’s cheek, tracing her eyes, nose, and lips—the lips that had just kissed her eyes. She gently slipped her tongue inside, teasing the softness.

Her gaze was lost but filled with an unmistakable desire: “Can I?”

He Qingqi nodded, blinking as she replied softly, “Of course.” She leaned in slowly.

Their breaths grew closer.

“For instance, right now…” He Qingqi’s gaze lowered, focusing on Zhuo Zhiwei’s lips, pale in the moonlight, her voice tender. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

The moment their lips touched, Zhuo Zhiwei trembled all over.

Unable to hold back any longer, she clutched He Qingqi’s shoulders tightly, her breath heavy as she plunged into her mouth, rough and intense, abandoning the gentleness she usually displayed.

He Qingqi felt the clumsy, almost reckless way Zhuo Zhiwei kissed her, causing a bit of pain, but she embraced every part of it, gently patting her back to comfort her, feeling her soften in her arms as they kissed until they were out of breath.

After a long while, Zhuo Zhiwei nestled in He Qingqi’s neck, breathing deeply.

She suddenly asked, “Can I really do anything?”

“Of course,” He Qingqi responded, her arm still wrapped around her waist.

“Then I…” Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to forgive you.”

“You said we could break up, right? Then I don’t want you anymore.”

He Qingqi’s expression shifted, her heart pounding as if she’d shot herself in the foot. She pulled back slightly, feeling lost and panicked, her brows furrowing as she looked at Zhuo Zhiwei with a pleading expression. “W-What?”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes sparkled with a sly smile that flickered briefly before she said, clearly and deliberately, “I said, I don’t want you anymore. Let’s just be friends.”

She stood up, stepping over He Qingqi with her long legs, lifting her chin slightly. He Qingqi looked up at her, suddenly reminded of a cat her friend had owned—aloof, proud, yet undeniably adorable.

She blinked.

Zhuo Zhiwei lay down on the other bed, glanced back at He Qingqi with a playful look. 

“I’m going to sleep now. Don’t disturb me. We’re just friends, so mind your behavior.”

He Qingqi blinked again, pretending not to understand the underlying meaning, and feigned surprise: “Oh no, why isn’t my body listening to me?”

She scooted closer and slipped into Zhuo Zhiwei’s bed, hugging her tightly. “My hands won’t listen either!”

“And my mouth… ” What was happening?

“You! …Mmph.”

After a long moment, their lips parted.

Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her, feeling wronged. “You tricked me.”

He Qingqi put on an innocent face. “Did I?”

“We’re just friends now! Do friends kiss each other?”

“Well, we do,” He Qingqi said sincerely.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s mouth twitched, and she stared at her, unable to hold back a smile but still feigning anger. “You really are the worst.”

He Qingqi just looked at her, her eyes sparkling with joy and affection, as if Zhuo Zhiwei were the only thing that mattered in the world.